"This is for Mr. Sampson," he said, looking around him on entering.
"Another of Mr. Sampson's friends," sneered Granby, in a tone which he took care should be too low to come to that gentleman's ears.
"My name is Sampson," said the owner of that name. "Who is your letter from?"
"It's from Ben."
"And who is Ben?" asked Mr. Sampson, not much enlightened.
"It's Ben, the baggage-smasher."
"Give it to me," said the gentleman, conjecturing rightly that it was his messenger who was meant.
He ran his eye rapidly over the paper, or, I should say, as rapidly as the character of Ben's writing would permit.
"Do you come from the station-house?" he asked, looking up.
"Yes, sir."